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Lately, I’ve been, I’ve been losing sleep
dreaming about the things that we could be

-OneRepublic’sCounting Stars

I’m inspired by and see music videos in my head for pretty much every song I listen to, but of course I don’t have enough time to actually draw them all out, edit, time them, etc…

But small pieces… they’re manageable, especially with Tumblr’s long image format, which is great for this sort of thing. I can practice drawing, story, and layout in quick scribbles while at the same time getting my inspiration out and not just letting it rot, so you will probably be seeing a lot more of these from me :)

In My Veins| Kurt and Blaine

The entire afternoon just seemed unreal to Kurt the more he thought about. In just a few hours he had gone from seeing Blaine, to finding out way more about his boyfriend’s past than he ever wanted to know, to crying in his arms and then to being stalked. So here he was now driving back to Blaine’s house with Cooper, nerves frayed and thoughts frantic as he kept his head down and cell phone clutched tightly in his hand. The second Cooper parked and turned off the car, he was grabbing Kurt’s bag and rushing over to his side, all but yanking him out of the car and running him into the house. Kurt let him, the feeling of being watched creeping over him, making his skin crawl and god he just wanted to get back into the safety of the Anderson’s home and back to Blaine. He flew through the house and up the steps, tripping over his own feet in his haste before he continued running to Blaine’s room, not stopping until he was inside, closing the door behind him and throwing himself into Blaine’s arms. They held each other tightly, Kurt barely noticing Cooper coming in to drop his bag near the door before leaving them alone again. 

Kurt didn’t know how long they stayed like that, wrapped in each other, and he didn’t care. He kept his face buried in the crook of Blaine’s neck, facing away from the window, and welcomed the feelings of being safe and warm and protected wash over him, calm him. Over the next while they talked about what they were going do. First off, no way was Kurt going to school tomorrow, Puck protecting him or not. There was just no way Blaine was letting Kurt out of his sight for longer than absolutely necessary. Second, they decided that staying together most nights from now on would be best, alternating between Kurt staying at the Anderson’s and Blaine sneaking in at night at the Hummel’s (What Burt and Carole and Finn didn’t know, the better). Blaine also swore time and time again that he’d let nothing happen to him, and Kurt believed him. He knew he was safe with Blaine and the pack, and he was going to stick as close to them as he could. Eventually Kurt began yawning, the day finally catching up with him, and they both got ready for bed. Kurt realized that this would be the first time they’d be sleeping together (passing out sick on his boyfriend last time just didn’t count in Kurt’s book) and his self-consciousness began flaring up before Blaine stamped it back down. Once Blaine calmed his nerves once more, they got into bed together and Kurt’s body practically moved on it’s own accord, instantly slotting against Blaine’s side. He hooked one of his ankles over Blaine’s, mindful of his injuries, slung his arm low across Blaine’s abdomen and rested his head on his chest, smiling slightly when Blaine’s arms wrapped around him and he kissed the top of his head gently. Drifting off to sleep, the last thought he had was of how perfect it felt, to be wrapped up in Blaine like this, like they were literally made to be like this. 

When he woke up the next morning, the first thing that registered in Kurt’s mind was warm. He shifted slightly, wanting to burrow further into his covers and sleep just a bit more, when the warmth on top of him moved. He mildly panicked for a split second before the day before all came rushing back to him and he blinked his eyes open, glancing down to see dark curls against his neck and face. He realized his one arm was trapped under Blaine, pinned under his arm body against the bed, and that his other was draped loosely over Blaine’s shoulders, hand limp at the base of Blaine’s neck, fingers splayed at the bottom of Blaine’s hair. He smiled before he moved his fingers slowly, gently messaging, as thoughts of waking up like this every morning began fluttering through his mind. “Wake up, sleepyhead,” He whispered, fingers still moving through Blaine’s hair.

In My Veins| Kurt and Blaine

The entire afternoon just seemed unreal to Kurt the more he thought about. In just a few hours he had gone from seeing Blaine, to finding out way more about his boyfriend’s past than he ever wanted to know, to crying in his arms and then to being stalked. So here he was now driving back to Blaine’s house with Cooper, nerves frayed and thoughts frantic as he kept his head down and cell phone clutched tightly in his hand. The second Cooper parked and turned off the car, he was grabbing Kurt’s bag and rushing over to his side, all but yanking him out of the car and running him into the house. Kurt let him, the feeling of being watched creeping over him, making his skin crawl and god he just wanted to get back into the safety of the Anderson’s home and back to Blaine. He flew through the house and up the steps, tripping over his own feet in his haste before he continued running to Blaine’s room, not stopping until he was inside, closing the door behind him and throwing himself into Blaine’s arms. They held each other tightly, Kurt barely noticing Cooper coming in to drop his bag near the door before leaving them alone again. 

Kurt didn’t know how long they stayed like that, wrapped in each other, and he didn’t care. He kept his face buried in the crook of Blaine’s neck, facing away from the window, and welcomed the feelings of being safe and warm and protected wash over him, calm him. Over the next while they talked about what they were going do. First off, no way was Kurt going to school tomorrow, Puck protecting him or not. There was just no way Blaine was letting Kurt out of his sight for longer than absolutely necessary. Second, they decided that staying together most nights from now on would be best, alternating between Kurt staying at the Anderson’s and Blaine sneaking in at night at the Hummel’s (What Burt and Carole and Finn didn’t know, the better). Blaine also swore time and time again that he’d let nothing happen to him, and Kurt believed him. He knew he was safe with Blaine and the pack, and he was going to stick as close to them as he could. Eventually Kurt began yawning, the day finally catching up with him, and they both got ready for bed. Kurt realized that this would be the first time they’d be sleeping together (passing out sick on his boyfriend last time just didn’t count in Kurt’s book) and his self-consciousness began flaring up before Blaine stamped it back down. Once Blaine calmed his nerves once more, they got into bed together and Kurt’s body practically moved on it’s own accord, instantly slotting against Blaine’s side. He hooked one of his ankles over Blaine’s, mindful of his injuries, slung his arm low across Blaine's abdomen and rested his head on his chest, smiling slightly when Blaine’s arms wrapped around him and he kissed the top of his head gently. Drifting off to sleep, the last thought he had was of how perfect it felt, to be wrapped up in Blaine like this, like they were literally made to be like this. 

When he woke up the next morning, the first thing that registered in Kurt’s mind was warm. He shifted slightly, wanting to burrow further into his covers and sleep just a bit more, when the warmth on top of him moved. He mildly panicked for a split second before the day before all came rushing back to him and he blinked his eyes open, glancing down to see dark curls against his neck and face. He realized his one arm was trapped under Blaine, pinned under his arm body against the bed, and that his other was draped loosely over Blaine’s shoulders, hand limp at the base of Blaine’s neck, fingers splayed at the bottom of Blaine’s hair. He smiled before he moved his fingers slowly, gently messaging, as thoughts of waking up like this every morning began fluttering through his mind. “Wake up, sleepyhead,” He whispered, fingers still moving through Blaine’s hair.

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Betterpress all’IMV

Ecco qualche scatto della nostra partecipazione all’Italian Makers Village, evento organizzato da Confartigianato a Milano, nell’ambito delle iniziative legate al fuori expo e alla promozione dell’artigianato e delle nuove tecnologie, per favorire quell’innovazione che guarda agli strumenti ma soprattutto alle idee e allo sguardo nuovo con cui reinterpretare antichi saperi.

Dal 7 all’11 maggio abbiamo ricostruito in piccolo il nostro laboratorio a Milano, e abbiamo stampato flyer e poster per gli eventi e le conferenze organizzate durante quei giorni di esposizioni e dibattiti. Abbiamo anche lanciato la nostra iniziativa #save ambrosia, una raccolta fondi per il recupero di una pedalina tipografica  che proseguirà grazie a tutti coloro che acquisteranno le nostre opere.

Vogliamo ringraziare tutti,  organizzatori, espositori, visitatori, giornalisti… per questi giorni intensi di stampa e di confronto, di possibilità e progetti…


http://italianmakersvillage.it/betterpress-better-future/